Dare to be you
When we arrive there, we head to the guesthouse, a little further uphill… We are greeted by an oasis of rest, a very friendly monk and a quit, nice sleeping room.
Hmmm, this gives another feeling. We love this place at first sight.
The monk offers to prepare a meal for us, just a pair of instant noodles. We were hoping on some vegetables, but not this time.
GanZi itself is another dirty, dusty and extremely noisy town… We take a small hostel a little off the main road, securing a more quiet rest. For dinner we find a small Tibetan restaurant, away from the crowds and horn blowing cars, exploited by friendly locals. We plan to leave this town as soon as possible, but an old monastery asks our attention.
From DanBa we take a minivan to BaMei. The views into the valley stays stunning, so we really enjoy the scenery along the road. In our guesthouse they informed us well how to arrive in TaGong, which makes things much easier.
In BaMei Ilse helps making some dumplings in a local restaurant, while we wait on our own fresh portion… Delicious.
Welcome in Tibet (西藏)
Official Tibet is a Chinese province, called the TAR (Tibetan Autonomous Region – 西藏自治區). To enter that part of the country every tourist needs a specific entrance permit form the government with the specified travel destinations and hotels in.
We did not apply for that permit, so we are not allowed to enter the TAR-region. Nonetheless, the Tibetan influence is not limited to that part of the country. The Tibetan plateau of the Himalaya stretches into the provinces SìChuān (四川), GānSù (甘肅) and QīngHăi (青烸). According to the Tibetans all these parts are connected in the traditional country of Tibet. It are these provinces we’ll travel through to get an impression of the rich and old Tibetan Culture.
Their spiritual leader is the Dalai Lama (Ocean of Wisdom).
Donderdag, 12 september 2013
Wat een superdag…dankzij de hulp van vele Chinezen.
Om 5u gaat de wekker en om 5u50 staan we in het busstation. We hebben
geluk dat het maar 50m stappen is vanaf ons hotelleke.
In het busstation blijkt alles nog pikzwart maar gelukkig hoor ik in
de wachtzaal “MaErKang” roepen. Dat is onze bestemming! Een
vriendelijke buschauffeur met tintelende oogjes laat ons op zijn bus.
Hij toont ons het ticketje van een ander zodat we zeker een eerlijke
prijs betalen. En daarna… vertrek voor een rit van 8u.
On the Road 
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